joshua powell – spirit of the trailer park lyrics
i was workin’ for the county when i saw her standing there
with a ribcage like a washboard and with briars in her hair
alabama is a furnace and the summer is a dog
and she was naked in the creek bed in the image of her god
on the dia de los muertos, i was sitting in a bar
with tequila as my mistress, when my thoughts all turned to dark
so i gave up heavy drinking and st-tched up my broken mouth
and i felt that old conviction, so i started driving south
in the clay of mason-dixon, in the absence of all snow
where the b-tton buck is rutting for the white tail of the doe
she is toddling in the tall gr-ss, just as timeless as the trees
just as grungy as seattle, just as holy as a priest
i was climbin’ up to babel, she was tugging at my jeans
said, “you can’t ever get to heaven if you don’t know what heaven means!”
“it’s not peeling like a paint job, it’s not brushed under the rug
no, it’s much deeper beneath the floorboards, in these trenches that we’ve dug.”
with a prismatic halo and emaciated legs
she took all my const-tution and faded back into the dregs
and as the sun set on the trailers of my past and future lives
the magnolias are pregnant! the cicadas harmonize!
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